This Is It...I've Found It...I Am In...

you know...that really really hot place down there.  That's where I thought I was last weekend as I stood in a yard at 6pm on what I swear was the hottest day of the last two centuries.  It was 98 degrees with a heat index of hell.  What was I doing you might be wondering?  I took my kids to a birthday party.  There were pony rides.  So all the adults stood around swatting at mosquitoes the size of buzzards while the kids took turns riding three ponies that I secretly hoped had not eaten in a few days eliminating any need for "rest stops."  On my feet.

It was a precious idea though.  And the kids loved it.   Got some cute pictures too:

I love this picture of William and his little friend.  They look like they've been married 20 years.  Looks like she's saying, "Are you SURE you told the horse to be here at 6? 'Cause I don't see no stinkin' horse!"

They ran relay races with the ponies where they had to grab the horse's rope and take off running across the yard.  There were a couple of little kids (Catherine's age) who were scared to death and wouldn't get near the horse.  When Catherine made it to the front and was supposed to race her horse, the horse's owner looked over at me and suggested I might have to go with her.  I was about to help her when she grabbed that rope and took off like she'd been shot out of a canon.  This was the only picture I managed to get of her as she whizzed by.   She is one tough broad.

Talk About a Genius....

So this was the scene a while ago as we were getting ready for naps:

Catherine comes running up to me and hurls herself against my legs as I was turning back her bed. "Ma-a-ma," she whined, "William just said I was a genius." Whine whine whine. Tear, tear. Pout.

"Well Catherine, that's not a mean thing to say. It's actually a compliment. He's saying that you're really smart! You should say thank you."

About that time William came flying into the room, apparently having just overheard me consoling his sister.

"HEY!" he yelled. "Did you just say that 'genius' means smart?"

"Yep. Wasn't that a nice thing to say about your sister?" I asked.

"Well," he said. "I'm genius-er than her anyway." And he looked at her and said all sing-songy, "nanny-nanny-boo-boo."

I'm thinking that all of this is an early sign of greatness. We should be able to retire early when word gets out that we have a whiz kid on our hands.

Happy Birthday No Poo

So today is my birthday. Hold the applause please. Seriously. I mean, it beats the alternative but at this point you come to the realization that if "this" is the hill, you're just about over it. But I knew it was going to be a good day today. First of all my oatmeal didn't explode. Now that you can applaud. And....drumroll please....there's been no poo on my foot. Unlike last year if you remember. So far so good. But the day's not over so I'd probably better not get too excited.

The other day William asked me if I was really, really old. I told him no. I was only really old. There's a big difference.

Then he asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I told him a chocolate cake. He said, "No....I mean a real present that you can open." Thinking his Daddy sent him fishing for ideas I decided to shoot for the moon and told him I'd like a new camera. Can you say Canon Rebel, William? Or Nikon D-triple digit? He quickly replied, "Daddy says your camera is just right."

Poo.

Here Boy

I couldn't find him the other day. I called his name. I quickly went through the house, sticking my head in each room hollering for him. Then I heard something coming from the sun porch. A scurrying about.

This is what I found.

I was afraid to look around for crumbs of kibbles-n-bits.

Should I be worried?

I HATE When This Happens

You know it's going to be a bad day.

Looking For a Local FAA Group

Does anyone know if there is a Facebook Addicts Anonymous? Because there needs to be. I could be the charter member. "Hi, my name is Julie, and I'm a Facebook addict. I log on to Facebook at least 325 times a day. Rearranging my Flair is more important to me than brushing my teeth. Sometimes I skip meals just so I can check and see what all of my friends are doing right now. My low point came when my middle child spent the night sitting on the potty because I was too busy adding applications on my Facebook page to go wipe her. My husband frequently finds me wide awake at 3 am hiding in the corner of the laundry room searching Facebook for new friends. And I have a new habit of speaking about myself in the third person. When people call me on the phone and say 'what are you doing,' I find myself responding with things like 'Julie is thinking about changing her Office quotes' or 'Julie is hoping Andy brings dinner home so the children will eat tonight.' I need help."

Anyone else have this problem?

If so, be sure and find me on Facebook because I can always use more friends. And Flair.

Calling Bebo

"Hi, is Bebo deh? Oh hi Bebo."

"Mm, hmm. Mm, hmm. Pretty sure." (sounded more like pwetty shuwah)

"Yah. Pwetty shuwah."

"Mm, hmm. Welllllll.....I will just come to yowah pink house, den."

"Mm, hmm. Pwetty shuwah. Pwetty shuwah but I will ask Mama."

"Ok, den. Bye, Bebo. I lub you, Bebo. Be sweet. Bye."

*Note to readers: Bebo does not exist.